Tong Yan's mind went "boom," and she couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything; her mouth just kept muttering unconsciously, "What did you say, I didn't hear you just now, say it again…"
The person on the other end of the line really thought she hadn't heard clearly, and repeated it in detail once more.
With a loud "clang," the phone slipped from her hand and fell to the floor, making a sharp sound.
The atmosphere grew even heavier; the pressure in the air dropped so low that many of the servants just stood there, not daring to move.
Tong Yan just stood there dumbly, her expression vacant, like a statue, motionless for a long time, as if even the sound of breathing had disappeared.
This felt like an illusion.
She didn't believe it; she refused to believe that her Yimo was gone.
How was that possible? He was the hero in her heart, an omnipotent existence.
They must be lying to her. Maybe this was a trap set up by Old Master Bo, just to force her and her Yimo apart.
